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Travel posts are all essentially the same, describing about a place or a journey. This is my first hand account of my one-day trip to Neelkantheswar, about 40 kms from Pune.

"Pratik, I don't like it when the roads and surroundings are empty. I feel afraid..""Oho.. Don't worry. I am sure of the road. There's no hiccup."

We drove ahead on the road, dead straight. After a few minutes, settlements ceased to exist. There were dry fields, green fields, trees and the road. There were small hill-tops here and there. Going towards Singhad Fort, a river came our way. I had read somewhere that there was a road but it was not to be found.

"What? I had told you to check all the details before starting. How can you be so selfish?"By selfish my co-traveler meant adventurish. She was not game to adventures, not at all. "Oho I didn't know baba, let's see.."

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This is one try at a sensuous note. Hope it pleases you all, and reminds you of soothing moments in your life.

"Kiss"

Her breath lingered of moon dust and restrained voices. His echoed of years of earth, wait and turmoil.They both felt like flame, the kind that set houses and forests on fire.

Their lips moved on a dance of passion and desire. As their silent lips serenaded each other in a mixed brew of self-restraint and uncaged feelings, they only thought of their pasts, and not of whose mouth connected to their own.

He heard his ex's cold gestures, like torture drilling into his heart. Personable promises rolled out off her sugar lips but the undertones carried unconditional silence and sourness. So, he continued drowning his fears and desires in the addicting drink of her lips.

She saw her flesh heat, and sharp questions digging themselves into the web of her mind. Years of deceit, should or should not - they fought but finally her heart paved way. Their supple lips whisp…